 The fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty, high-o silver, the Lone Ranger. Nowhere in the written history of the United States will you find the name of the Lone Ranger. Most picturesque and colorful character ever to ride the planes and prairies of the Old West. No one ever knew where he came from nor where he went. The Lone Ranger was a phantom figure, a masked writer of justice who rode the trails of long ago to right the wrongs of the oppressed. People of seven states had thrilled with daring actions. Though the history books have forgotten him, the early pioneers will always remember his courageous spirit, which so typified the nation builders of yesteryear. Listen to those silver-shot hoofs, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, earth-shed old fellow! They're both waiting for us! The Calfmen of the West banded together to keep the sheep-raises off the rangelands, but found they'd have to fight stiff opposition. Tonight's Lone Ranger adventure concerns as its central figure, Amos Franklin, who owns thousands of sheep which grazed on the open range surrounding the town of Mariposa. As our first scene opens, we see Vince Bennett and his friend Scar Gordon, the outlaw, riding through the night toward the direction of Franklin's home. Think we went far enough with our job, Gordon? Sure think. That sheep heard Amos Franklin. Don't start something narrow, he never will. It'll be pretty late when we get to his house. Hope he'll be there. Where else could he go? You know, Vince, how much he'd be welcome around the town, don't you? Yeah. Being a man in town wouldn't enjoy starting an argument with Franklin. Who said argument? It'd lead to bullets. One less sheep heard her to spoil the land for cattle. Yeah. Gordon. Huh? I've been doing some thinking. Well? Who was it that gave you that scar on your face? What's it to you? I'm just asking. Bull McPherson. Why? Big cattle man, ain't he? Yeah. The scar ain't all it done to me. Made it so hot for me, I don't dare show myself around any man's ranch. Sizeable price on your head. Well, I'll get along with that rotten cattle. I wonder if your scheme in fiction The Franklin Sheep ain't just partly for cash profit and partly revenge on Bull McPherson. What do you care, Vince? Only to get paid. I don't. A man can be curious, though, can he? He ain't too much, though. It's just as well if a man minds his own affairs. Yeah. Get up there. Get on with it. Hope the cash return from this scheme of yours is as big as you say it's to be. Well, listen, Vince, don't you worry about that. We don't get rich from this job I got playing. My name ain't Scar Glorton. Maybe your name ain't that. Huh? Plenty men left their real names east of the Mississippi. Oh, there's Franklin's place. Oh, there, oh, there, oh, there. The scheme is for me to go on ahead, ain't it? Yes, sir. See that your pose is a cattleman and carried off in good shape. I am to make old Franklin shell out some of his hidden cash money. Ah, you wait here. Come on, boy. Come on. Get up there. Come on. Oh, there, oh, oh, boy. Like for the old galutes of bed. Well, I'll wake him pronto. There, Franklin. Amos, you there? Who's there? Open up. I'm from the South Range with word for you. Just a minute. I read all the way here to pass a warning to you. Warning? I've had them before. Yeah, well, get this. Your dog on sheep spoiled the North Range for cattle. What's more, they've been at all the good water in places around here so a cow can't get a drink no more. Ain't my fault if cows are so finicky. They won't drink where the sheep's been. No. What's more, I got as much right here as any car man has, and I aim to stay here. Amos, this is the last warning. You'll find your herder hogtide, his dog shop, and no end of sheep on their backs and gullies. I reckon they won't last very long. Why, you, you ornery? That's the last time you get warnings. Next time, it'll be you the boys will come for. That's all I got to say. Think it over and pull stakes. Just think it over mighty good. You dog killer, you ornery coyote! Dad ratted snake you. Agent, do you hear what that pole cat's done? Uh, I don't hear. Killed my dog, broke my herder, put no end of sheep on their backs so they can't get up on their feet again. You got plenty good sheep. Most valuable breeze there is. Amigo, find herder, cut rope. No, no, Agent. You already in here, tuck it out for the two days' travel. I told you you could bet down my place and get a needed rest. Now, you do just that. I'll get my boots on, going on Ty Sam. Other rider, come. Maybe the same one coming back again. This not same horse, this other horse. No one but an engine could tell horses' hoofs like that. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Now, who can that be? Hey, Franklin! Call your name and set your business. For I close this door and shove a rifle through the window. Take it easy. Oh, here's your friend. Yeah. Well, I ain't got no friends around here and I don't look to have none. Maybe I do, for a surprise then. I've told you heard many of the cattlemen yet, have you? Scar Gordon. The same. Uh, ain't it sort of risky for you to travel like this with a law-hunting you? I'd advise again sooner gunning me to try and capture me for that reward money. What do you want here? I told you that I come as a friend. Well, I come when I'm making trouble for you. Maybe you don't know it yet. What's that to do with you? Ask your herder. He'll tell you that I found him roped and let him loose. You did? Sure. Where's he now? Tending his job and watching the sheep. I reckon he'll be able to save considerable of them by setting them back on their feet before it's too late. You done that? Sure, I did. I ain't as black as him cattleman has pictured me. Hmm, maybe not. Practice, Amos. I'd hanker to give you a hand in frightening them critters. The cattleman? The same? How? I got a plenty of men lined up with me. For the most part, they're fellas like me that are hunted by the law. Yeah? Catch for a bar and a couple of cows and things like that. None of them really bad, you savvy. And what's been said, you're plenty bad. Well, folks, misjudge me, Franklin. Now, if you aim to let them come and drive you out of here, all right. There's none of my affair. But if you aim to make a stand, you gotta have some help. They ain't driving me out. Then you better hire some guns. What about it? Now, that means a range, won't it? Well, it's war, clear out. You can take your choice. I got as much right here as anyone. Sure you have. No matter where I go, it's always the same story. Then you may as well make a stand here and show the cowman that you aim to keep to your rights. By hiring your men to fight for me, eh? Sure. That takes cash. Don't tell me that a man is dealt in a quality stock. Your hair for so many years ain't got cash. Maybe I have, but it just ain't sure I want to spend it for gunmen. But let's hear your proposition. Come on. Tonto the faithful Indian companion of the Lone Ranger learned the purpose of Gordon's errand and realized that it might cause a range war. He left the sheep raisers home at once, heading toward Franklin's flocks where a herder kept watch through the lonely hours of the night. There, Tonto dismounted and spoke to the man. You... you got time? Huh? Yeah, and got tired. You'll find sheep on back? Try to. They can't get around and look for them. They ain't even got my dog left. The watery snake come and tied me... Me... me no. Oh, wait, Indian. I want to send word. Okay, I can't leave the sheep. I want to let my boss know. Get him up, white collar. While Tonto raced on toward the distant camp of the Lone Ranger, Amos Franklin finally agreed to a deal with Scar Gordon the outlaw. We find Scar one hour later as he draws his horse to a halt at a camp in the Dryer Royal. His friend Vince Bennett and the rest of his gang are awaiting you. Scar, how'd you make out? As good as you'd be expected. Hey, you mean, wake up. Turn up. I got some word for you. I told the boys you'd be coming here before daybreak. Ain't a lot of men get some sleep. I'm plenty of time to sleep when we get our cash. Listen, boys. I got a job lined up. We got Vince Bennett here, lined up with us. He proved downright valuable because he can go and come as he darn pleases in the town being as he ain't wanted by the law. Oh, what about it? What good will that do us? Now, listen to me, you're savvy. Amos Franklin aims to start a range war. That ought to be sheep, Hunter. Well, he may be ears, but he deals in quality sheep. Every one of them critters of his is valuable. He's a sheepman nonetheless. Take it easy, boys, and hear this came through. He wants to hire the lot of us to fight for him. He's got plenty of money to spend, boys. Where'd he know? If we clean out the cattlemen, we no longer have to be afraid of showing ourselves in town. You see what I'm getting at? The chance to wipe all the cowmen out and get paid for it, huh? And top it off by taking over their cattle. Scar, is that what you plan to do? Why not? But if that's what you was after, why didn't you just attack the cowmen in the first place? Yeah. When they haven't called out the army to wipe us out? They can still do it. Sure. But you don't think they will, do you? Well, I... Listen, Vince. A cowmen would likely call troops to help put a pack of outlaws on the run. But it'd hurt their pride too deep if they called out the soldiers to lick a sheepherder. Oh, I said it. Even if they won, they'd never hear the end of it. They'd be the lap and stock of everyone in the west. Calling troops to lick an ordinary sheepman. Ain't likely to. Pretty slick, I'd call it. That's the best scheme I ever heard of. You like a scheme, boys? They get Amos Franklin's cash. Everyone's cattle in the halls as well. We just take over the country. That's it. And when we're finished with the cowmen, then we'll drive the sheepmen out. How's that? When do we start? Quiet, boys. Don't quiet down. Let me finish. Go ahead. Let's hear the rest. We stay right here all day tomorrow. That gives Vince Bennett the chance to rile the cowmen up. You see? And tomorrow night, the fun begins. In the meantime, Towner urged his horse to its utmost speed throughout the whole of the night. But it was daybreak before he reached the woodland clearing where the Lone Ranger was camped, miles from Amos Franklin's ranch. Oh, oh, that's right. Whoa. How did it look for you to be here so soon? Not plenty from a trouble. Range war. Plenty outlaw. Near town. What do you mean? Them start fight. You come fast. Tell me, keep it coming. Get them silver. All right. Now they get silver ready to ride while you talk. Here, silver. Here, boys. I'll be helping you. Here. Here, saddle. All right, saddle. Now tell me what's going on. Scar Gordon and his outlaws are going to be hired by the sheepherder. Map right. And they're going to carry the fight to the cattlemen. Steady, silver. Map right. Those cattlemen will never tolerate any opposition from Amos Franklin. No. And the outlaws will see to it that the fight is anything but fair. The Gordon gang is in this for what they can get out of it. Sheep man, pay them cash. They'll get more than cash. Before they finish, they'll have wiped out all the cattlemen. They probably won't attack today. They'll wait till after dark tonight. It'll take us almost all day to get there. Tutto, those men attack tonight. They'll catch the cattlemen unprepared. Oh, that. I see their plan, Tutto. Tonight almost every cowman will be in town celebrating payday. They'll have all their guns checked with a sheriff. That will be an ideal time for the outlaws to strike. What? What we do, huh? We'll take it over, Kimosami. We ride. The curtain falls on the first act of tonight's Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. You will recall that in the first act of tonight's Lone Ranger drama, the outlaw, Scar Gordon, convinced Amos Franklin that the cattlemen of the district planned to destroy the sheepraiser's flock. Franklin hired Gordon and his men to defend him, but Gordon's plan included more than that. He hoped to run the cattlemen off the range and seize their herds. That accomplished, he expected to turn on Franklin and steal his sheep. Tutto, however, had overheard the conversation between Franklin and Gordon, and he repeated the facts to the Lone Ranger. Our next scene opens in the office of Sheriff Conway of Mariposa. The sheriff is speaking with a rancher, Bull McPherson. You may be the biggest cattleman this side of Pacers, McPherson, but you're not going to bulldoze me into driving Franklin away from here. But Sheriff, he's ruined the range for cattle. Can't you see this? Well, what of it? What of it? That's what I said. If the North's range of town is ruined, then it ain't no good to you, is it? No. All right then. Why don't you let him stay there? You know, your critters wouldn't go near none of the water on the North Range now. Thanks to them, aren't we no good sheep? Yes, sir. Now, if we drive Amos away, what's he going to do? He'll just move somewhere else and spoil that land, won't he? There ought to be a law against sheep. Well, there ain't no law against them. So we've got to tolerate them. You've got plenty of land south of town, and so has every other common. Stay there and be content, and leave Amos do the same. As long as he don't move south. Well, if he makes any play to spread out south with them long-haired sheep he hasn't, then I'll see these put back what he belongs. Made a promise? It's a sure enough promise. Now then, it's to the shindig tonight. Be a big party, I reckon. Mind that all your waddies check their shooting lines. I mean, they always do so when they come to town. Mm-hmm. Maybe so. But the fact remains that the last payday, there was some shooting in the cafe. Not by my boys. Well, there ain't to be none tonight, Savvy. I'll tell the boys, sir. Hi, Chef. Hello, boss. Hello, Vince. What are you coming to my office for? Ain't seeking law, are you, Vince? No, I ain't. I come here with some news for you. Yeah? That sheep heard her Amos Franklin. Now, don't you say you want him drove out. You ain't no cattle to worry about, have you? Aw. Ain't been easy to borrow a hunk of rope with a cow tied to one end since I took over the law around here, has it? Can't you never forget a man's mistake? I sort of keep it in the back of my mind, Vince. Just to make sure that mistake ain't made again. Well, what do you got to tell me? Franklin is getting too doggone ambitious for his own good. Yeah. He tried to hire me. You? What would any man want to hire you for, Vince? To help him handle sheep. He aims to be moved from Southward. All he's got to do is to let them sheep of his drink from springs on the cattle range and set ranges done for her, as far as cattle is concerned. Why, that orn rain over here. Oh, no, no, boo. Give me back my shooting iron. Not so fast. I ain't changed my plans. I ain't going to the shindig at the cafe. I ain't got business to take care of. Shut down, you overgroke galoot. That ain't all, Sheriff. Amos is boasting that he'll show the cattleman where to head in. It's hurry time he got dealt with. Well, they ain't no hurry, boo. He said he didn't figure he'd be ready to have me start to work for another week or so, is it? Who's that? Never heard his voice before. Sheriff Misk. Great guns, what? Who are you? Come, Sheriff. You'll need to do a rest to kill her. Where? Franklin's place. Who? Amos Franklin. Leap and catfish. You mean to say he's killed a man? Come and see for yourself. Who's he done for? Bring a posse and come along. It'll soon be dark. I'm riding with you. Doggone, if we can throw that critter into the calaboose, it's going to save no end to trouble. I'll go too. I've left him time for you. I'm all set. Hey, Pete. Pete, come here. We got a head for Franklin's place. What's up? Keep that mask man covered. I know, but aim to find out. Stranger, you better take your mask off. Knew your dirty purse. And if you want to investigate me, you can do so. But you! I'll wait for you at Franklin's house. Hold on! I don't know, Pete. Hey, Pete. He's running away from me. Kill him. Maybe he's an outlaw. Should I take a shot? No, you blame fool. You can't shoot a man for being masked. Get your horse and chase him. Come on now, let's trap him. Who was Sam Hill? Find out by and by. Get up there. Get up there. You made that trippin' record time. Hey, that white horse, the masked man, Reed. I'm inside the house waiting for you. And we're right after you. Gosh, I never figured Amos would shoot anybody. Yes. This is a friend. How do you do? There's your prisoner. What do you got to say for yourself, Amos? Why, I... Speak up. I reckon there ain't no use of my saying anything. I ain't no chance of getting a jury of cattlemen. And the rations, chef. He's played right into our hands. That ain't you and the man you shot. I didn't shoot him. Then who did? I don't know. Donald came here last night, didn't he? Yes. He was traveling. I gave him a place to sleep and some food. Then he went away. Then you proved he rode away? Well, I... That is, uh... Was anyone here with you at the time? Yeah. Scar Gordon. He was... Who? Scar Gordon? Well, I... Who's that outlaw doing here? Why, didn't you capture him and get the reward? Oh, gents, there ain't no use. Nothing I can say will help me. Hey, what... What has been spent, leaper? Huh? He just went outside. There he is, bought in his horse. Oh, leave him go. We've got to take the prisoner to jail. Come on, Amos. Now, gents, I swear I didn't have no hand in murder. I don't know a thing about it. Tell that to the judge. And sure it is. And the hangman. Here's where one sheepherder gets done away with Gordon Legos. It's too bad the rest of me is spunk enough to do a little shooting. Vince Bennett left the group at Franklin's home and rode swiftly to a point near town, where Gordon and his men were gathered. What's the matter? What are you doing? What you were supposed to do in town? Yeah. Only they got to change things. What do you mean? That blame-ful Franklin. Listen here, Bennett. It was to stop around the sheriff's office and get the idea planted that Amos Franklin aimed to transfer his sheep to the South Range. That's what I did. And he was to tell the men that he didn't figure on doing that same right away. I told him that. Well, all the men were at the shindig tonight. We figured to attack. Don't you let me tell you. Amos Franklin is in jail. What? What's he in jail for? Quiet down, you fellas. In a minute, let me give the true facts. You say Franklin is in jail? That's right. When was he took there? Just a few minutes ago. I went to his place with a sheriff and Bull McPherson and a deputy. What did he do? He killed an engine. Killed an engine? I didn't think that sheepherder had gumption enough. In jail for murder? That's right. That's your fine state of affairs. Don't you see we can't attack now? We can't make the common think that Amos is figuring on expanding his sheepland with him in jail for murder. No, sure not. Besides that, he won't be able to pay us. It ain't so much the money he was to pay us. The cows we figured out get them. But now it's the same as if we attack the common as a band of outlaws. Don't you see? Let me think. Such a trap a minute, won't you? Yeah, sure. The person and the rest of the cattleman will know that we need working for Amos Franklin now. That means they'll likely crawl the troopers out to fight against us. That's just it. All right, gents, the plan is changed. What are we going to do now, star? We're going into town just as we aim to do. Yeah? Then what? We're going to the jail and get Amos Franklin out. All right, thunder, that's an idea. We get him out. That proves to the cattleman that we're working for him. Then with him along with us, we go ahead as planned. You see? Now get together, boys. We're heading for town Pronto. The outlaws moved into town according to their changed plans. They made their way in groups of two and three to avoid being noticed and took advantage of the covering shadows of the night. We see Scar Gordon and Vince Bennett as they approach their destination, the jail. There's the Calibus. Oh, dark and quiet. Sure. Do you think our man's there? Sure he is. Where else would he be? Well, the cattleman might have lynched him. No. In the first place, he'd be more excited if anything like that was going on. Well, seems so. Second place, chef wouldn't tolerate that. Maybe you're right at that. He's in there all right enough. It'll be a cinch to get him out. Now we can go ahead with the plans and the common and call it a range war instead of an outlaw attack. You see me? Sure. Well, I make sure the other boys are in place. Butch. All set, boss. Now for the other side. Hank. Waiting for the word from you. Close in and pass the word to them beyond you. Right, boss. Come on, Vince. I'm right with you. We'll close in from all sides. You and me take care of the guard. There's the guard. Come on, then. You hold a gun on him while I gag him. I storm you. What matter? A red skin. You may be making a mistake, huh? What? This is the one... Me, color, you think dead. What's the matter? This is the red skin. Amos was supposed to shock. What's he doing here? Me, help, set trap. Outlaw, come get prisoner. A trap! I'll show you. Not so fast. Oh! Shoot your way, Clare. Take the men. You got every man in your cupboard. You're better to run now. Don't shoot. Don't shoot. I give up. Go down your gun. Your honor, Eschemen Polkats, try and pick me with you. Look here. What's this? Listen, Sheriff. You listen, star. We knowed your plan, Savvy. Vim's branded double-cross me. Nope. He used to be jailed with the rest of you. You see that masked man in the engine learned your plan and told Amos the whole truth. So the engine played dead like it been shot to get me in jail. After Vince was here, the engine and the masked man came up and told me the whole story. So we just waited here for you rats to show yourself. Fixed by a dog on ship. And for that job, the sheep herder can use the North Rades as long as he blames leaders. Yeah. If it hadn't been for him, we cattlemen would have had plenty trouble on our hands. Amos, for the first time, you're to be welcome at the Shindigans' house. Come on with us. You boys, throw them out. We're all in the jail. Oh, James. I don't want no Shindig. I reckon if you don't mind, I'll go keep old Sam company while he watches the sheep. What's more, don't give me no credit. Thank the Lone Ranger. What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.